I think I liked it better when you
Were all paper doll and fancy cuts
In whispered distance.

Waking here in wet pillow dreams,
Silhouettes in shades of darkened moons.
Jagged scissors tearing clumsily
Across the bow, I miss the stealth
Of your wild lies.

damage kit hanging on the
Wall, unopened I will oblige
Salve and gauze.
Jagged edges will annoy